Lightly clad as he was, he started out toward the village.
Along the way he felt very uneasy.

In fact he was so unhappy that he went along taking two steps forward and one back, and as he went he said to himself: "How shall I ever face my good little Fairy?
What will she say when she sees me?
Will she forgive this last trick of mine?
I am sure she won't.
Oh, no, she won't.

And I deserve it, as usual! For I am a rascal, fine on promises which I never keep!" He came to the village late at night.

It was so dark he could see nothing and it was raining pitchforks.
Pinocchio went straight to the Fairy's house, firmly resolved to knock at the door.
When he found himself there, he lost courage and ran back a few steps.
A second time he came to the door and again he ran back.

A third time he repeated his performance.